'Shindig'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
So "early afternoon" surgery has become 9 pm surgery. Grandma hasgone all day without being able to eat or drink although they've had her on IVs.
It's now a waiting game I'm not sure how long it will take. But my dad and his siblings are there and one uncle's ex wife (she livesin town and they'veonly been divorced a short time and are still friends)
She's out of surgery but.... her gall bladder was really infected and there may still be a stone they didn't remove. But the surgeon didn't for what ever reason.
askye, did the surgeon not take the whole gall bladder? Either way, I hope she heals quickly.
I don't know dad sent the message to mom and I didn't text him for more details. I'm going to call him tomorrow and try to get more info.
Wishes for a quick recovery.
askye, continued ~ma to your grandmother.
ltc is in her little play yard "reading" her books out loud to herself and talking up a storm to her toys. I have no idea what she's saying, but it's adorable.
My nephew has to decided to run away to the beach....Google maps says it's a 6 day walk. So he packed some stuff and I'm helping him make a list and tomorrow or Thursday depending on how busy we are hes going to get his stuff together and he and I will walk to the main road and back....there are hills both ways to see how he can handle it.
Also I took him to the library and he got all these books which once we got home he didn't want to read.
But before we left I had him jump up and down and yell really loud and run around the car flailing his arms and screaming so he could be quiet at the library. Then after the library I could see he was antsy so he hoped on the sidewalk and skipped to the car and did jumpjacks. At my suggestion. That also worked.
I think the gall bladder thing is that there can be a stone in the duct
I'm having a stupidly stressful day. Classes start next week, and there are a million things I have to do, and my doctor refused to refill my painkillers, and I had to sit through a five hour meeting, one hour of which was 50 people, at least a third of whom don't speak English as their first language, trying to edit a single sentence. Dill pickle flavor potato chips are helping a little. (I'll make some phone calls tomorrow about the prescription. It was too late to do that today by the time my meeting was over.)
I got a rejection email.
I'm not really surprised I didn't do well enough on the interview and the hours I wanted were really limited.